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After the first day of the Interdarshan Championship, Kaveh asks Alhaitham to praise him during sex—because although the two of them disdain each other, they somehow keep ending up in bed together.
“Strong,” Alhaitham murmurs, kissing from Kaveh’s thigh to his hip. “Resolute.”
Stop, Kaveh wants to say. You’re wrong, you’re lying, you’re cruel.
But he asked for this. He asked Alhaitham to take him to bed and praise him, to make him feel like he’s not a complete failure.
Alhaitham knows that Kaveh is none of the words leaving his mouth. Kaveh is neither strong nor resolute, and he is certainly not enough.
But Alhaitham is a linguist. And that means he’s good with words, Kaveh supposes—even when he doesn’t mean them.
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30 Jun 2024
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“Okay.” Kaveh pauses, just for a moment, to admire the way Al-Haitham’s hair fans out on the pillow, teal eyes staring up at him in earnest—in unending trust. It makes his heart ache. “I am going to touch you now."
He lifts his hand, watching Al-Haitham stiffen until he’s brushing a single thumb across his cheek.
Al-Haitham shudders.
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27 Jun 2024
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He's late, he realizes.
There's a lot of blood here, he realizes a moment later. Not the blackened stains of shades temporarily banished, but the dark-red and glistening of mortal blood, spattered in desperate arcs across the grass, staining the water where the River Lethe pools. Across the chamber, it shifts to a trail of blood, the imprint of bare footprints burned into the darkening liquid.
There. There, slumped with his back against a green-glowing infernal trove, an ethereal sword buried in his chest, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him—Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld, his warmth and light so faded that Thanatos didn't even realize he was still in the chamber.
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14 Jun 2024
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He studies Kaeya as best as he can through the corners of his eyes, the eyepatch, the highlights in his hair, the expanse of skin from his collarbone to almost the center of his chest. His visible indigo eye is dark, obscured even in the warm lights of the tavern, and it’s as he looks him over that he sees the vision attached to his hip, shimmering like ice.
...Perhaps his memory is worse than he thought. Perhaps madness is finally encroaching upon him, the shudder of the abyss in his arm, his skin. Perhaps he is just...Wistful for a past untouched.
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28 Apr 2024
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After almost two months of dating, Kaveh finally gets to suck Alhaitham off—and after waiting for so long, he’s determined to show Alhaitham just how much the two of them have been missing out on.
“I’m curious as to why you’re still kissing my face,” Alhaitham says, “when supposedly your mouth is being magnetically pulled between my legs.”
“Wait,” Kaveh says, eyes widening. “So can I, then? Suck you off?”
Alhaitham cocks an eyebrow. “Only if you make sure that I come. You’re preventing me from reading, which is how I normally wind down before going to bed. I’ll require at least one orgasm to ensure that I sleep soundly.”
“Oh, just one?” Kaveh asks, sliding off his lap to kneel on the rug. “How conservative of you.”
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22 Apr 2024